Saturday, 9 July 2016


Pain and misery, that is life's salad,
Flew paper planes, captain 'Sir Lad',
Dead dream reality disguising bottle,
Sinking vessel, unpatched boat hole!

The present does dislike, that history,
Write fresh own maybe read his story,
Write sweet lies down, create a novel,
The truth comes naked, utter, no veil!

"Life's Salad"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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